The first room was illuminated by a foul fluorescent light peeking through the shattered light bulbs. The wind whistled through the holes of the crumbled bookshelves. Book lay there, it was as if they knew they were unwanted and discarded; gathering dust just like the bodies of rats sprawled out on the floor; giving a sickly scent of mildew. Spikes of Fungus pierced the bodies like hot knives did through butter! Looking up I could see a riddle on the wall: "what's ahead of you, but you can't see it?"
You could taste the thick foggy air as it massaged your taste buds giving off a deceiving taste that was as sweet as cinnamon( likely there to trick you). The floor appeared to be a murky mustard splattered with a rose-red liquid, shed from those …show more content…
My heart felt like it would leave the sanctuary of my chest and melt all over the floor. There was another riddle on the top: "what's the end and the beginning?"
My footsteps echoed against the hidden passageways; that had been no help before.
All that mattered was that they were gone. Another riddle was on the damp wall "what opens at the close?" was encrusted in muddy bronze writing. It had quite a dark gothic themed appearance however that did nothing to contain its beauty.
An old, greasy stack of newspapers stood towering the other items of the table, they were a grim grey, coated with yellow, my eyes Scanned the one on top, it was a women that looked quite similar to the mysterious women in the portrait; albeit younger.
"She liked riddles" said the man guarding the door, his face was wrinkly like shrivelled paper and eyes dark and gloomy. He gnawed at his thin bottom lip; soaked in wrinkles to make it look like it was sucking lemons. trying to wash away the unpleasant experience of being here everyday.
"Who?" I asked.
The man pointed his wrinkly finger, the skin was so loose it looked as if it would slide of any minute. His finger nail was a rotten yellow matching the decaying
You could taste the thick foggy air as it massaged your taste buds giving off a deceiving taste that was as sweet as cinnamon( likely there to trick you). The floor appeared to be a murky mustard splattered with a rose-red liquid, shed from those …show more content…
My heart felt like it would leave the sanctuary of my chest and melt all over the floor. There was another riddle on the top: "what's the end and the beginning?"
My footsteps echoed against the hidden passageways; that had been no help before.
All that mattered was that they were gone. Another riddle was on the damp wall "what opens at the close?" was encrusted in muddy bronze writing. It had quite a dark gothic themed appearance however that did nothing to contain its beauty.
An old, greasy stack of newspapers stood towering the other items of the table, they were a grim grey, coated with yellow, my eyes Scanned the one on top, it was a women that looked quite similar to the mysterious women in the portrait; albeit younger.
"She liked riddles" said the man guarding the door, his face was wrinkly like shrivelled paper and eyes dark and gloomy. He gnawed at his thin bottom lip; soaked in wrinkles to make it look like it was sucking lemons. trying to wash away the unpleasant experience of being here everyday.
"Who?" I asked.
The man pointed his wrinkly finger, the skin was so loose it looked as if it would slide of any minute. His finger nail was a rotten yellow matching the decaying